Authors Note: So the last six chapters I've spent building up to the stories climax and finally we are starting to get there with this chapter. We will see Devin's POV and Sam's. Plus we get to check up on the hunt at hand and see what our three fabulous men are doing and if there handling this well. So hope I didn't bore you out with the last six chapters and like I said everything has a right time for unveiling so have patience and have faith as John hasn't completely and utterly failed yet I promise and Dean won't be the good little solider for long. Thanx Charity.


Dean still couldn't contain the growl that escaped past his lips as Devin's cocky voice hit his ears. When his Dad shot him a warning glance from behind he didn't care. This big shot thinks he can waltz in and make amends for what he's done in the past? That doesn't play out in Dean Winchester's rule book. Especially when he broke the most important rule of all. He dared hurt his brother.

"So Dean I guess I'm gonna be babysitting for a week." Devin gave a shaky laugh as Dean's piercing stare almost made him want to piss himself.

John cleared his throat at all the tension and awkwardness seeing as his eldest son clearly still wanted to kick Devin's ass and seeing as he himself still had the urge too this wasn't going to end out good unless they split fast. "Dean would you ever so kindly explain to Devin how to take care of Sam for the week while I put our things in the car?" John asked in a stern tone trying to break up the stare down that was going on.

"I could do that." Dean replied with a cold smile almost overjoyed by the notion. "Just come over here and I'll show you." He smiled even more as Devin's face paled considerably. It would be the jackpot if he could get the guy to piss himself.

"Su…sur…sure." Devin stammered as he made his way over to Sam's bed all thoughts he had conjured the previous night flew straight out of his head at Dean's cold and lethal smile.

John just shivered at his eldest almost homicidal smile but he pushed it aside knowing if he didn't give Dean a chance to talk to Devin…Dean wouldn't come. He gathered the bags as he strode out the door.


Once Dean heard the click his smile turned into a deepened frown as he rose from his perched position on the chair. Though Devin was taller than him he still had more weight than him and definitely wouldn't hesitate to break the guy's nose again. He crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke smoothly. "So…you got my Dad wrapped around your little finger don't you?"

Devin smirked at that. "I don't have anyone wrapped around any finger. Me and John are friends. Just like me and you are friends and just like me and Sammy there are friends."

"Don't call him Sammy!" Dean quickly lashed out. Was Devin asking for a broken nose? "We are so not friends dude and you and Sam I know for sure aren't friends."

"Dean I'm offended." Devin said putting on a hurt look.

"Sorry for your broken heart but we got to lay some ground rules." Dean tuted as he circled around Devin's skinny form.

"What you don't trust me?" Devin said cockily as he put on his casual smirk. Going to lean on the far wall.

"Bingo give the kid a golden star." Dean chanted as a slight smile lit his lips. "After the last trick you pulled I would never trust you again." The smile disappeared to be replaced with a frown.

Well the brat deserved it. Devin thought evilly. The kid was useless, pathetic, and all around a waste of space yet his family is so damn blind to the cause. John though is turning around and he's very happy for the change. He thought back then Dean would too but he soon learned that if Sam would sneeze Dean would be there in a flat second with a tissue. It makes him sick. "It was a little love tap besides I said I was sorry and I let anger get the best of me. No harm no foul." Devin said smiling while holding out his hands in a placating gesture.

No harm no foul my ass. "Yeah a love tap. I don't care if you pinched him it still would have been the same outcome." Dean said with a sneer. Remembering the scene all to well.

Ah good times. Devin thought. That damn broken nose pestered him for weeks and he was forced to wear the most hideous of nose braces to re-align it. "You know I forgive you for that."

Sure ya do you sorry ass liar. "So any way ground rules remember?"

"Yes, yes what are the rules in the book of taking care of Samm-er-Sam?" Devin asked smoothly almost letting Sammy slip out. There would be time to call Sam, Sammy. He just wait till Dean left then he could unleash all the Sammy's he wanted. He almost made him feel giddy.

"Rule number one you hurt him in any way, shape or form I'll find you and hunt you down and you'll wish that on the last hunt the werewolf got a hold of you before me." Dean said with seriousness. Pure hatred gleaming out of his eyes.

Devin actually started to sweat at the look in Dean's eyes. He felt the all too familiar punch from Dean when he was younger he didn't want to feel it now when he was older, smarter, bigger, and stronger. "Please continue."

"Check his wound hourly and re -bandage it. Even though it's clean of infection now he's showing signs of one so you have to re-bandage it." Dean reminded as he instilled instructions in Devin's dead beat brain. If he got back from the hunt to find all his instructions for naught he would never forgive himself or his father.

"I got this Dean I cleaned wounds before." Devin said matter-of-factly all while leaning against the far wall.

"In this bag over here," Dean pointed to a duffle sitting by Sam's bed. "It holds fluids and blood. Sam has an I.V hooked up already and I don't think he needs any more blood but he does need fluids so you have to change it out when the bag runs out." Dean insisted as this was a vital piece of information to keep Sam healthy and alive.

"Yes I know Dean I've dealt with one before." Devin said with a yawn. He was getting bored with Dean's tone acting like he was a child. Hell he was older than Dean. He learned this stuff before Dean could breathe. (Well maybe not that young but you get the picture)

Did he just yawn? Was he boring Devin so bad? How dare he the little bastard. This is important. Dean's face turned red as he made a step forward to just grab his shirtfront instill in his whacked out mind that Sam was important and to pay attention. But as soon as his fingers brushed fabric his Dad's voice boomed out.

"Dean!" John said hurriedly seeing as Devin must have pissed Dean off already. Geez new record only 10 minutes. He laughed to himself as he made his way over to the two to break them up. Stepping in between he looked at his son and saw pure fury written across it. Oh boy was this going to be a fun car ride or what?

"Dean?" He asked softly pushing Dean back a little. "It's time to go; I think you should go tell Sammy good-bye." John offered to his enraged son.

Dean's face fell as he heard he ran out of time.

He still didn't know if Sam understood him or forgave him.

He still didn't know if Devin absorbed the information or if he just ignored it.

He still didn't know about this damn decision.

Dean sighed as did Devin. He wasn't worth it at least not now. He walked over to his siblings bed ready to tell him good-bye.


Settling into the familiar chair again he was a bit agitated that he had an audience this time. Devin the freaky bastard was smirking as he stayed in he same spot leaning against the wall. Good he wants to stay he can hear this. Dean cleared his throat as he picked up the cool lax hand. "Sammy?" He asked hoping to get some type of response out of his brother and was a bit surprised when his eyes fluttered open. At least the infection hasn't taken full force yet. Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it will just pass over.

"Wha? D'n…li't hu't" Sam mumbled out trying to move his head the light piercing into his throbbing skull. When did his head hurt?

At first Dean furrowed his brow at the mess of words flopping out but it only took seconds for him to run them through his head. The light hurts. "It's ok I'll fix it." He soothed as he tuned around to his silent onlooker. "Hit the lights will ya?" He got a muttered grunt in response as he turned back to his brother. He was relieved that Sam seemed a bit more coherent but he knows better than any one to be prepared for anything.

When they were bathed in total darkness except for the small bathroom light gleaming out onto there faces he gently cupped Sam's head as he tuned it back towards him. "Sammy do you remember us talking earlier?" He asked.

Sam's face scrunched in confusion. Talk? What talk?

"About me going away for a week to hunt." Dean continued hoping it would rejog Sam's memory.

Oh that talk. Sam still didn't know who was watching him but he trusted Dean wouldn't leave him with someone dangerous. He trusted Dean. Dean would take care of it. His eyes started to drift close until he was shook awake. He whimpered slightly at not being able to rest his head.

"Stay awake just for a few more minutes." Dean pleaded. "Sam I'm leaving now and I wanted to say good-bye. Ok? I'll be back in a week I promise remember what I told you." Dean said softly as a silent tear fell down his face at the still hurt look on his brother. He leaned in closer so to whisper into his brother's ear. "Don't worry, It'll be ok I promise. I love you. I'll be back." He soothed as he leaned in gently to kiss his brothers forehead. Once he leaned back Sam was sound asleep and it broke his heart into two. Turning around he saw the figure emerge from the shadows a satisfied grin on his face.

His face instantly turned red at the thought this prick was getting amusement out of this. His fist started to clench but he stopped suddenly. He wasn't worth it. "You better take care of him or so help me go-" He whispered but was stopped by his Dad's form in the door. Damn Dad you have bad timing.

"Take a chill pill, It'll be fine." Devin reminded. Smiling as Dean slumped his shoulders.

"Dean you ready?" John called from the door.

"Yeah," Dean admitted looking back at his slumbering sibling. "Aren't you going to say anything to him?" Dean asked accusingly.

John dragged a shaky hand over his face. What could he say? I got you into this mess. I'm leaving you into the hands of the guy who did this to you. He couldn't say anything except he was a lousy ass father but Sammy already knew that. "No." He admitted.

Dean just gave him a biting glare before pushing past him. He looked towards Devin and gave him a stern full nod. "Take care of my boy and remember what me and Dean told you. I don't think you want to head down that road Devin." John warned for the final time as Devin emerged to him cocky smile in place.

"It'll be fine. I promise." Devin reassured as John just gave him an unsatisfied nod and shut the door.

Devin smiled as he heard the familiar growl of the Chevy start up and take off down to the hunt. Devin stepped toward the wall where the door was flicking on the bright overhead light. "Rise and shine Sammy boy. This is going to be a fun filled week."


EEK we now know Devin is only a cocky prick. What is he going to do to Sammy? Sam's POV is coming next as he realizes who he got left alone with. Also coming is Bobby's, John's, and Dean's mixed POV's on the hunt and there young counterpart they left behind. So what ya think? Also I want to mention this vour it is real and it is based in Idaho that's the only real part about it lol. So when I start getting into as ways to kill it, appearance, etc. that's all me so stay with me on that you may find it shocking or scary or hilarious. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity.